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Chapter 59 – Fragments (Fatima Ashlynn POV) Pt. 1

I lean my head back, needing a moment to just close my eyes, clear my head, and narrow my thoughts down. After a tense hour of getting as far from Willowdale – the invisible to Rafael town – we do not believe that we had been followed or tracked.

"You know I still don't understand all of this," Rafael says turning in his seat. Opening one eye, I tilt my head to see him, tiredly peeking.

Does it matter that he did not understand? Not to me. I was still busy trying to fit everything I knew into order, his constant dialogue not helping.

"You say that you own the property, yet you ran from it?"

"Should we have? I don't know... send you out and see what happened? I'm sure you'd like to be the guinea pig," I answer dryly. Imogen snorts, and when I flick my gaze over to her I take in the smile on her face though she hadn't lifted her eyes from the computer screen.

I tried to rein in my attitude reminding myself that in reality, this was normal behavior. When Dmitri had me locked away, regardless of the beliefs I held, there should have been some part of me that fought harder to be out in the world. Instead, I had remained grateful and blind.

Samson has told me many times that I was just a child, however, I was starting to think that I was afraid. I had saw more than my little mind could handle and instead of going forward, I retreated. There was so much that truth be told I could not remember from my childhood, accepting stories that made me feel at ease instead of the truth. However, I was now also wondering if maybe Wyatt had not somehow removed my memories?

Ignoring the snapback between Rafael and I, Imogen leaned forward and placed the laptop on the center piece in the back of the truck.

"Okay so Pangea was a supercontinent that existed 300 million years ago, started to break apart approximately 175 million years ago."

I nodded, thinking of homework I did back on the safe mountain.

I couldn't remember it all in great detail, but the basics I knew.

"Pangea isn't thought to be the first supercontinent." I say just as I think it.

"Why Pangea?"

"Why not...Renata?" I say unsure I had the name right.

Imogen shakes her head. "Rodinia?" she offers.

"Yeah that one or any of the others... Gondwana-"

"You remember Gondwana but not Rodinia?" Samson asks with a smile. Eyes light.

Ignoring his teasing – he's teasing me, right?

"Are you teasing me?" I ask before finishing my actual point.

"I am." Nodding I turn back to Imogen.

"As I was saying why Pangea? Why not any of the other supercontinents? What about then – that time – is so special?" I doubt anyone in the car knew the answer to my question. I'm proven right when the silence after I've spoken lingers.

"Maybe that book you wouldn't let us read has the answers," Rafael said chuckling. It starts off small, his tone light, teasing just as Samson's had been but then the few chuckles morphs into deeper laughs.

"What's so funny?" Imogen demands, brows scrunched up.

Thankfully I'm not the only one who doesn't see the humor.

"This is like Simon – Simon says!" he chokes out between his howling laughter.

I frown. Turning to Samson. What is Simon Says? "Your brother Simon?" I ask and the glare he was sending towards Rafael drops when he faces me.

Samson shakes his head. "No, it's a game, like someone is the leader and they say something like, 'Simon says touch your nose,' and everyone has to do it."

"Yeah, it's a childrens' game," Rafael states, "But this is the high school version I guess," Imogen shakes her head.

I rest back against the seat, staring back at Rafael.

"You're saying I'm Simon, and these guys are the followers," Rafael laughs but he does nod. "So if I say someone in this car is useless, so, Simon says drop him off on the side of the road and let him fend for himself, that's what they'll do, because I'm Simon?"

Silence comes quickly.

"Or because I'm Simon, and I believe that there are Loyalists and Independents and that someone in the car is behaving like a Loyalist would, I can say, break his neck?" Imogen snorts, then begins to laugh but coughs at the same time as well.

"Is that how the game goes?" I ask Rafael.

"No if you want us to do it, you have to say 'Simon Says' before the instruction," Imogen stops coughing to correct. "So you have to say, Simon says break his neck," she pauses, "then we have to do that."

"Thank you," I respond not taking my eyes away from Rafael until he turns back around, facing the front.

Samson leans towards my face, and I think he's going to kiss me but instead his lips just barely make contact with my ear. "That was amazing," he whispers before taking my ear lobe between his teeth, releasing it after applying a bit of pressure, the feeling making me shiver in place. He releases a breathy chuckle, kisses the space right below my ear before pulling away.

Sighing, I rest my head back, letting the calm wash over me. It works for a while, pushing away all the questions but only for a short time.

Without permission, my mind starts questioning the idea that I could be a genetically modified organism – "power to activate her blood." I take a leap, going back to what happened with Lydia, what that the power to activate my blood? If Wyatt had been speaking about me to begin with. She tried to steal my power but died instead; I did not do it intentionally, but now I wondered if the reaction was not something Wyatt programmed into me. Was that even possible?

Thoughts already chaotic, I naturally start thinking over the characters I had transcribed.

One must know the history so it is not replicated and ending with matching results. This world has had chances but there is only so much one planet can sustain. No matter which world, time is researched. You will find that it's downfall came with greed. Along the way, there have been changes made. Worlds and realms created and built on sacrifice alone.

My children and I made the greatest sacrifice of all.

The world – Earth – was created by two brothers the Dark and Light Lords to a race superior to any and all living creatures. Earth was meant to save the gods and their Fae clans from a crumbling cosmos.

The dark Czar killed off the Light Lords.

I immediately thought of Rhys. Worse, Caelum. Were the Caelum in the Chronicles the same as Elder Caelum? That worried me endlessly. If that was the case, Elders were bad, Caelum was bad, a Dark Lord, like Rhys. But a small part of me, not sure and not ready to take a leap and write him off whispered - if Rhys was bad, why was he not an Elder? 

My children and I – Mother – knew plans of the Dark Lords creation. We created humans sending the new cosmos into a situation of devastation.

I – Mother – and my Divine Progeny.

A war spanning millions of light years.

The Fae a colony of reincarnation-

To prevent reincarnation in home Pearl Galaxy I – Mother – and my children formed the Hereafter, as a preemptive strike.

To stop the blood shed an unbreakable curse placed.

Those that were dealt Divine punishment and escape back to pearl believed they would be arriving to Earth – a blank slate planet.

To stop the consumption after our deaths – the children and I – will set off chain reactions – putting in place organisms that left to evolve would become the dominant race.

Did the letter writer – Mother I assumed – mean that humans and not shifters would be the dominant race? The Chronicle had much information but nothing more than the explanation I translated on my own. After giving a brief history written much to cryptic, the rest of the pages had just been used to write down abilities and sometimes who held them under their belts.

Still in my head I process the letters, the instructions from Wyatt, the memories I had. Everything swirls. 

It will be billions of light it will be billions of years before a suitable dwelling is accessible.

It is my hope that descendants will end the built up and continuous hostility.

It is my son that covets revenge but in order to stay partial remembrance of enlightenment much be eliminated.

"Do you know what the star and sort of flower represent?" Imogen questions sometime later.

Forcing my eyes open, I shake my head.

"Okay because I placed the crest on the map, and tried to figure out exactly where these places would be in the present day," that piqued my interest. Leaning forward, I narrow my eyes on the screen. 

"On top I tried to merge them together, sort of putting the symbols we saw where I remembered them, do they look right to you?" she asks.

"I mean... I cannot say they are exactly in that same place but the general area is right," I nod.

She shrugs. Biting the left side of her bottom lip. "Yeah, but then I went ahead and tried to put the same stars on an actual map," she shows me. "We cannot exactly mark a spot because I mean, we do not know for sure where it's actually located," she says frustrated with all the guest work I'm sure. It was a mutual feeling.

"There were three of each of the two kinds, so I put them in the general area in correlation to the crest on the gate."

I examine the areas where Imogen placed the six icons, North Dakota, California, Washington; one star actually covered six states.

"Why the smaller tab in North Dakota?"

"We were there, we saw it there. We haven't seen it in these other places. Plus I did not want to narrow it down and have it in the wrong place," she frowns biting her lip harder until the normally light rose-colored lip was close to a deep red.

"What?" I ask when she begins to fidget looking at the map, giving me side-glances.

Imogen sighs, passing a hand over her blonde hair, before inhaling and holding that breath. It escapes her in a whoosh, before she points to the star over the East coast, particularly New York, Massachusetts, Connecticut, Rhode Island and New Hampshire.

"You aren't remembering everything, and you're going off your gut for some things, right?" she looks at me whispering at the end.

I nod.

"Okay, well there were three of each, and it just so happens that Wyatt told you to go to the coordinates in Massachusetts where the symbol does not match the one in North Dakota..." she gives Rafael and Luca a glance before turning back to me.

"What if the star over here," she points to the cluster of states up east, "means that the flower looking places aren't good? I mean he knew you'd be going far so why make you go to Williamstown, when he could have sent you-" Imogen stops speaking abruptly her eyes dancing over the map she had on the screen.

"It's a leap, I just," she shakes her head, "if he knew you were in Oregon why not send you to the ones closer," she points to the two stars on the West Coast. 

"Maybe it's not about the stars, or anything," Samson chimes in. "Why did you want to leave the North Dakota place Fatima?" he asks me point blank, an hour after Rafael. I hadn't answered then. Now though, looking at the map, the symbols and the work Imogen did, I turn to him.

"I remembered being in Zedwood, seeing the crest and the room of people all glared at me. I mean they always did, but I just saw it again, and I just put mean eyes with the crest," I say it out loud feeling a bit silly.

"So none of these places could be safe..." Imogen mutters closing the laptop and throwing her head backwards, frustrated as I am. 

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